Wee Wee Boy
Words: Trad. Music: Joe Foley

When I was a boy a wee, wee boy
The green world seemed so big
I used to think that the sun came down
To sleep on a pratie rig.
I used to think that the moon came up
From the reeds of the river Bann
But thatís when I was a wee, wee boy
Before I became a man.

When I was a boy a wee, wee boy
And life was full of thrills.
I used to think that the roads all end
In the blue of the Derry hills.
I used to think that the starlings talked
When they chatted along the fence.
But thatís when I was a wee-wee boy
Before I got any sense.

When I was a wee, wee boy
And days were a leafy pad.
I used to think that the woods and the flowers
Were made for a wee, wee lad.
I used to think that the trees could hear
When I whispered my evening prayer.
But thatís when I was a wee, wee boy
Before I learned to care.

And now Iím no longer a wee, wee boy
Of less of fun and thrills.
I know that the roads go on beyond
The haze of the Derry hills.
Iíve lost all that, but Iíve found a dream
The colours the rainy skies.
And I think that the golden sun shines down
On the light of her smiling eyes.